Quiet and smooth, peace and grace. And everything would be fine: Volkha is getting married to Lyón. But trouble is—Volkha can’t sit still. It’s understandable—pre-wedding jitters! And a decent excuse is found as well: writing a dissertation to obtain the degree of Master of the Third Degree. So our beauty goes off on a fairly long walk.
To be honest, there’s not much to tell. One minor adventure follows another. And as the main pattern come the torments of Volkha, who can’t understand: does she want to marry or doesn’t.
The result: tram-tam-taram-tam… (that was Mendelssohn’s waltz), drinking wine from the groom’s boot, and the first night of marriage. Hmm… witch + vampire. A strange combination. And you can’t call it a good thing to call it marriage.